Folkets Bio and Zita – The Peoples Cinema – shows the winner of the film festival CinemAfrica. They’ve never been more satisfied than now, showing a French film about a Moroccan gardener in Cannes, subjected to a miscarriage of justice. The funniest thing was the full-blood communist presenting the film with the greeting “You have to… uh… we would appreciate if you bring your wine glasses out of the theatre.” Anyway, gardener Omar Raddad is convicted of murdering his employer – obviously innocent – mainly because the killer wrote “Omar killed me” in the victim’s blood, on the wall. Facts are deleted and witnesses silenced. No question you pity the righteous and humble Omar, on hunger strike to have a new trial. He fights for acquittal even after release. There’s not the smallest spot in his person. We see him playing at the casino in the beginning, but the proof that he didn’t buy sex are two hookers who don’t recognize his picture. It all gets very biased. Not the smallest speck of doubt regarding Omar’s innocence is allowed when we leave the theatre. It’s a bit tiring, like Sami Bouajila‘s little excessive acting and the constant close-up photo (or was it because I was on the second row?). Though, it’s very neat, and the jumps between the trial and the private investigation that followed, brings excitement all the way through. The case certainly brings up your emotions, but there must be some credible complexity in the characters for it to be interesting. It seems that the case is very similar to the century old Dreyfus affair, and it had been exciting with a parallel to that instead of a simple argumentation for one sake.